The Kowloon Society is a huge organization, how huge it is, let's put it this way, there are thousands of people in the direct gang alone.

Every street has their own low-level gangsters control, and the protection fee is more punctual than the government's tax bureau, if you don't pay, the business will not be done, and the shop or stall will be smashed.

No one cares, and all the powerful people who are in charge of this area have been bought.

Living in Jiangcheng, you have to adapt to such a life.

Nie Chen shook his head, stood up, and craned his neck to change stalls, this family's business seemed to be unable to do.

"Big brother, big brother, a few days of grace, my money really paid for the child's tuition, the child's father is not angry, the injection and drug drugs have ruined the family, I have saved for a long time, it took me enough to make up for the tuition, wait for two days, I will make up the protection fee after two days." ”

The stall owner stood in front of the tricycle, and although she was scared, she still trembled and protected her only money-making belongings.

"Wait two days?" Brother Mouse rolled his eyes, took out a cigarette and lit it unscrupulously: "Wait for two days, let's drink the wind?"

"No, no, just wait two days, two days......" The female stall owner was anxious and afraid, and the two thugs giggled and went to take the bowl from her car and threw it on the ground, and she reached out to block it.

"Two days of fart!" Brother Mouse scolded: "You can make it up in two days? Phew! Is it fun to lie to Lao Tzu? Smash me! Let these guys know how good we are, and see who dares to default!"

A few thugs shouted, using their hands and feet together, copying tables and chairs, pulling three-wheeled carports, and ping-pong began to smash.

The female stall owner cried and shouted to stop her, and was kicked a few meters away by Brother Mouse.

Pedestrians, diners, and food stall owners all went about their business in silence, as if the violence a few meters away had not happened.

In the position of several stalls, a stall owner of fried fritters peeked at this scene, could not hide the indignation in his heart, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and pressed the three numbers of 911.

"What are you doing?" the proprietress next to her snatched her phone away.

"Call the police!" said the stall owner angrily: "How can there be such a bully!"

"You want to die! They are from the Kowloon Society, and they are mixed on this street every day, and if you call the police, even if you arrest one or two, won't the rest of us be flayed alive?" The proprietress complained to her husband in a low voice, and as she spoke, she did not forget to look in the direction of the crying voice: "Do you still want to live here?"

The stall owner was helpless, sighed, and silently continued to fry his fritters.

Nie Chen had already walked away, and when he heard the misery behind him, he couldn't help but look back.

The Kowloon Society, and the Kowloon Society, is there really no one who can cure it?

A few rats had smashed all the plastic tables and chairs, and began to smash the tricycle, and the female stall owner lay on the ground and hugged the tires of the car, and was kicked again, pulled away alive, and her fingernails were on the ground, scratching a few bloody marks.

Nie Chen's eyes burst into flames.

He stopped for a moment, and when he walked again, instead of sitting down at any of the stalls to continue calling his breakfast, he turned around and went up to the building.

When he came down again, he had already changed into the suit that had been torn in several places, and was wearing a black hooded sweatshirt with gloves on his hands.

The rats and others were gone, the wreckage of the tricycle was all over the place, and even the wheels were punctured by knives.

The women's stall was cleaning up with tears in her eyes, and there was an eight or nine-year-old child helping her, probably her son.

All kinds of people next to them, no one came forward, and continued their indifferent and ignorant life.

Maybe it's indifference, maybe it's the fear that those gangsters will come back and get burned.

Nie Chen looked left and right, and saw in the distance, the eye-catching moxican head shape.

He followed.

Of course, the mouse brothers didn't know that there were people following them, and they were still lined up, arrogantly walking in the middle of the road, and if there was a car behind them honking their horns, they would turn around and be smashed by a stone.

", don't you know that Lao Tzu hates being urged the most?"

A few people giggled, and collected a few more protection fees, and the mouse's waist bag gradually bulged, and all the cash he collected was put in his pants pocket.

"Almost, that's all for today. The rat took a cigarette in his mouth, took out a few bills, and sent his men away, saying, "Go and have fun yourselves." ”

The gangsters took it with great pleasure, nodded and left, and the rat smoked, stayed in place, stared at a few people and walked away, before walking towards a secluded alley.

The nest where he put money naturally can't let others know, and neither can his own subordinates, those grandsons, maybe they are thinking about this in their hearts, and it is very common to steal the money of the eldest brother in the mixed society.

Walking into the alley, the surroundings suddenly became quiet, this is the middle of the gap between the two buildings, there are some low shacks, few people come here, the mouse walks alone in the narrow alley, leisurely.

With the cigarette in his mouth, he began to free his hand to touch the keys on his trouser belt, and the house he rented was one of the houses in it.

Having just taken it off and looking up, the rat almost crashed head-on into a man in a sweatshirt.

The rat was taken aback, how did this man come from? It was clear that the alley was empty just now.

"Hey, you don't have eyes?" the mouse scolded, "Dead dad is here?"

The man in the sweatshirt wore a hat, which was so large that it covered almost his entire head, and when the rat scolded him, his head twisted from side to side.

"Did you fucking hear that? Lao Tzu is talking about you!" The rat spit out the cigarette butt from his mouth, and the anger came up at once, is this person stupid? The snake who hit this street dares not to apologize immediately, is it really a gangster is not the underworld?

Scolding, he stretched out his hand and was about to slap the other party.

As soon as the hand was stretched out, a hand reached out like lightning and grabbed the rat's neck violently.

The strength of the hand was great, and the pinch was so tight that the mouse felt suffocated in an instant.

"Uh......"

Without waiting for him to scream--- in fact, he couldn't scream in this case--- the hand suddenly exerted force, lifted his body up, like carrying a sack of flour, and hit the wall on the side of the alley with a "bang".

The rat struggled desperately, and he felt that he was going to be strangled to death.

The hand that grabbed his throat with both hands like an iron hoop could not be wrenched, and his feet kept kicking, but the man in the sweatshirt stood there like an iron man, one hand stretched straight out, motionless.

The other hand came out from behind him, holding a brick in his hand.

"Whew~~!"

The brick struck the rat on the head and broke in two.

The rat glared, puffed out, then rolled its eyes, passed out, and had a cut on its head, and blood was bubbling up.

This process was only completed in just ten seconds, but Nie Chen's face was sweating like rain.

It's the first time you do this kind of thing, and everyone will be nervous.

Nie Chen put down the soft-stomping mouse and sensed it under his nose with his fingers.

There is a faint breath and is not dead.

Nie Chen suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, he was nervous for a moment just now, and he didn't use his strength to measure, lest he would be in trouble if he caused a human life.

Raise your head and look left and right, there is still no one in the alley, and the surroundings are quiet.

Quickly took a few deep breaths to calm down the nervous heart, and then went to touch the mouse's waist bag, and touched a large handful of banknotes bulging inside, all of which were in it, and put them in the pocket of the sweatshirt.

It was too late to count, Nie Chen planned to run away like a thief.

There was sweat on his forehead, and he wiped it casually.

When he wiped his sweat, his fingers inadvertently touched his eye sockets, which was an unconscious action, and he didn't want to touch his eye sockets.

After touching it, he realized that his heart was still skipping a beat, thinking that the cone pain was coming again soon.

He didn't even get up right away, but crouched next to the rat so that he could feel better when the pain came.

After waiting for a few seconds, the expected pain did not come.

On the contrary, there is a sour and numb feeling, wriggling in the eyes, as if there are hundreds of small insects, moving slowly, it is not painful to move, and it is very comfortable.

Nie Chen was confused, what's wrong?

The soreness and numbness lasted for just half a minute, and then disappeared.

Then it was business as usual, as if nothing had happened.

The first few times I touched my eye socket, I was able to see the future after a few seconds, but it didn't happen.

Nie Chen was inexplicable, but the situation did not allow him to think too much, this place was too close to the rat's nest, and his comrades might come over at any time, so it was not appropriate to stay for a long time.

Probably because I didn't come across the right position, after all, such a mysterious thing is not very clear.

It's a good thing that it doesn't hurt, no matter what happens to him, let's talk about it when he leaves.

Standing up, lowering his head, hiding his face under his hat, and putting his hands in his trouser pockets, Nie Chen hurriedly walked away.

Leaving the blood on the face of the mouse, he fell unconscious in the corner.

When they returned to the downstairs, the stall owner and her son had already packed up the smashed things, pushed the tricycle, and were about to leave.

Nie Chen walked over, approached slowly, and while they weren't paying attention, he secretly put the money in his pocket into the wooden box containing change in the car.